had the shits and be less than an hour away from home after driving 10 hours?

I refused to stop and when I tell you that I barely made it to the toilet within an inch of my life and clean draws---I'm not exaggerating.

I knew that *IF* I stopped before makin' it home, it would only be worse. I needed to keep the clinch of my anal cavity going until I reached home base. Any stoppin', pooting or air seepage would result in a catastrophe for me and the riders in the car I was driving.


God saw fit that I was able to put the car in park, run up the stairs with the key out and run those last 30 feet to the throne while unbucklin' my pants and pulling my boxer shorts down mid thigh and then to my knees.

Today? I'm suffering from a sore throat and chills that won't quit. I'm the only one in my office wearing a jacket---Did I mention it's 91 degrees outside in Atlanta today?


I shouldve stayed home.

---------------------------------------
blog: www.wonderfullyhorrible.blogspot.com
instagram: Fishgrease
twitter: wooly_caesar
Podcast www.soundcloud.com/circlegang